Walking is good for anxiety. So, I walk. Last night I walked 20 km. I just started, and I kept going. Through the streets, across the park, sun breaking through. Down to the river, few people fishing. Said hello. Kept walking. Through the woods, into town. Past the pubs, bands playing, or karaoke, people everywhere.Continue reading “Walking”
Category Archives: Life
Blue Sky
Me and her under an endless blue sky. The clouds racing across it as we turn the radio off and pick our course. Through the city till the concrete turns to grass.The miles passing like minutes. Pick a tune. One singer. One song. Your choice, my choice, and then around again.Laughing like a pair ofContinue reading “Blue Sky”
Days
Sometimes I think about the days. I’ve already had more than some, and less than others. Some just ran away from me, whether I let them or not. The days I remember best are the ones I rose to meet. Making something from nothing. And I think about the other days. The ones where IContinue reading “Days”
Commit or Fuck Off
Sometimes you just start writing a sentence and follow it to where it goes, and more often than not it goes someplace you didn’t expect or weren’t ready for, and sometimes it just kills a few minutes of dead air, like on the radio where the guest hasn’t turned up, or they’re a bit nervousContinue reading “Commit or Fuck Off”
Out of Habit
Life is a firecracker sometimes, and sometimes it’s a little bar like this. This just suits me down to the ground. The Harbour Pub, it never stops surprising me just how many people it fits when it looks like someone’s front room. The library round the corner, quiet on a Tuesday afternoon. Get a bookContinue reading “Out of Habit”
Paul Andrew Sneddon 